Sleepless Knights

Insomnia be the battlefield.

My perception of the world

Is my reality,a shield.

Guarding me against thoughts

That seek to stab my mentality.

I  stay awake through the sleepless nights

As the moon of wisdom illuminates

My shinning armour.

I be a sleepless knight

My pen as my sword,

I fight to save the whispers

Of my damsel;

My muse

By jotting them down

I write to survive.

I win these battles,

So I can sleep soundly.

[Inspired by two friends who are also poets: Elikplim Akorli and Richard Henry Quist.It started and happened on Elikplim's Facebook status which talked about how uses his time at dawn when he can't sleep and that was to write. Inspiration actually struck when Richard commented on the post with this, "Sleepless Knights." .Written circa 0138hrs 21/8/2012]

MINGLING SHADES OF LOVE

Faster heartbeats

Presence so sweet

Eyes so bright

The head so light:

The young love

Do something better

Things getting bitter

Love that hurts

Love not met:

The fading love

Love waiting on fate

Waiting for a date

Love without hate

But love too late:

Timid love

Love too physical

Love so typical

Love without focus

Is much hocus-pocus:

Empty love

The love that rises

In the event of crises

The love that heals

This love so real:

The strong love

Love so natural

Love so actual

Love not a must

Love that trusts:

The mature love

Love that shares

Love that cares

Love so available

Love undeniable:

Lovely love

The love that we are

And the colour so far

The love that flies

Over shades of miles:

Beyond love

[As my contribution to the next edition of ALEWA : The Rebirth Of Spoken Word & Poetry in Ghana.

The next edition of ALEWA,which is the fifth, is themed on "LOVE," with the tag line: "Verbal Intercourse."

It comes with a formula for the show: Verbal Intercourse + x = LOVE; Find x.] 

Her,Beauty

Her beauty

So concentrated at the core

Diluted only by

The different perception

Of her admirers

Whose imperfect eye

Sees her perfection.

Her beauty

So concentrated at the core

That she wishes to ask them,

"What are you staring for?"

If her admirers would

See the beauty in themselves.

For beauty is ugliness that

Has a positive view of herself.

 [Inspired by Daily Dose Poetry's picture and the poem alongside it

 on Facebook. Written at 2207hrs on 15/8/2012]